8 comments/ 18343 views/ 0 favorites The Christmas Dumpster By: Decayed Angel "When the chips are down, what can you do but dig a little deeper into the dumpster?" - Albert Robeson I guess you could say it was like any other story of two people searching for warmth in the cold night, except perhaps for the fact that Albert and Marianne found themselves sharing the same cardboard box in a dark alley off of Seventy-Third Street. Yeah, they'd seen each other from time to time, but the weather was warmer then and they were just two more people competing for spare change on the street and edible food in the dumpsters. But in late December, on the coldest night of the year, Albert had found a small space between two dumpsters, right beneath an air vent in the back of a dry cleaner's. Besides the warmth, the chemical smell from the vent masked a bit of the stench from the dumpsters. Albert was always resourceful, so it wasn't strange that he found such a good place to spend the cold evening, what was strange was that he let someone share it with him. It wasn't that he hated people, it's just that since things fell apart for him, he'd forged a reasonable solitary life. Sure he was homeless, foraging the local dumpsters for food and begging on street corners for some money, but he had survived, which wasn't an easy thing to do on the streets. So now, as he arranged his cardboard and old blankets in the flickering colored light from Christmas decorations, he prepared himself for the end of his eighth Holiday Season since his world ended. Normally Albert hated this time of year, he hated the hypocrisy as people who'd ignore him eleven months of the year, who'd kick him as he slept in the street and then give him blankets, or jackets, or a bit of spare change. He never turned down the charity, he just swallowed what little pride he had and hid his aversion. Beyond this hypocrisy, Albert, who lived eleven months of the year relatively satisfied with his solitude, found himself haunted, haunted by his own personal ghost of Christmases past. Not sure if it was the lights in the streets, the Holiday music that seemed to slip though every door or the impending chance of snow, but the normally clear headed Albert found himself remembering his wife, his children, his life before. It was in the midst of his memories that Albert slipped onto the nearby cemetery and took several fresh flowers left just that morning. Holding them loosely in his jacket to protect them from the cold, he wandered back toward his alley dodging the traffic and bustling last minute shoppers. On his way back, he diverted a bit, walking a block or two out of the way so he could check out a couple of street corners. On the second street corner, he spotted Marianne and slowly headed her way. Though he had never really looked closely at her, he had noticed her hair and the way her breasts looked when she wasn't so heavily bundled up. Now, as he approached her, he took a closer look, letting his eyes move down her body. Her brown hair was beginning to show some gray and it frizzed out wildly except where she had tied back the part that fell down her face. There were no bald spots or matted clumps in her hair and he never noticed her scratching her head so she probably didn't have too many lice. Her cheeks were very red, chapped in the cold wind Albert figured, but it gave her a cheery glow that she didn't have in the summer. Though deep set, her light blue eyes seemed to shine brightly in spite of the bags underneath. She did smile a lot and seemed to have most of her teeth. He couldn't see her neck, and bundled up as she was, he could only see a slight bulge in her jacket where her breasts were, but he remembered how nice and plump they when he saw them in the summer. All in all, he was looking at one of the most beautiful women he had dared to look at in a long, long time. Feeling like a schoolboy he walked casually up to her and pausing a moment for her to finish panhandling a small group of people, he took a deep breath and slowly pulled the flowers from inside his jacket. They had fared well considering the weather and the jostling they took on the walk over. When she finished she moved to lean back on the building and then noticed Albert standing there. Albert was a sight, with his ratty and torn wool cap, a dirty gray beard, a badly stained pink jacket with fake fur collar and ragged blue jeans. His brown eyes peeked out from badly overgrown eyebrows, his nose was twisted to one side and his lips were curled up in a shy, shit eating grin. In other words, though he wasn't absolutely gorgeous, he was incredibly cute to Marianne. "Why Albert, you ain't elbowing in on my corner here are you?" "No Ma'am Marianne, I'm here to invite you to Christmas Dinner." "Christmas Dinner? Where on earth did you find a Christmas Dinner?" she asked moving a bit closer to Albert. "Oh... these are for you," he said, handing her the flowers. "They are pretty Albert. I'm sure whoever you stole these from paid a lot of money," she replied smiling. "Thank you," she continued, taking the flowers and bowing her head to him. She stood waiting for Albert to say something, but after a few moments she spoke again, "Christmas Dinner?" "Oh yes... well, I'm staying near a dry cleaners and well I heard they're having a pizza party for Christmas Eve and then leaving early. I figure they should be finishing up real soon." "Warm pizza?" "And some left over soft drinks if we are lucky." "You don't mind me coming to where you stay?" "That's why I'm inviting you. It's next to the dry cleaners, so I have heat, a lot when the machines are running, not as much when they're not, but it's better than nothing," Albert replied. "Just think, a warm Christmas without having to fight your way into a center or having to listen to the preaching." "The preaching is kind of nice sometimes." "And then you got to fight over where you sleep." "Well, that's no fun." "Come on, come spend Christmas with me Marianne." "Okay Albert, it has been a long time since a man gave me flowers," she said, holding them close to her face and smelling them. "It's been a long time since I gave someone flowers," he replied, holding his hand out to her. Hand in hand they headed down the street pulling her small wagon and just before reaching the dry cleaners they turned and headed down the alley. They walked to the back and Albert pointed to the two dumpsters saying, "Here we are, home sweet home." He pulled back the cardboard he had propped between the dumpsters and showed her his "home." The space was about six by six, with blankets and a rotted old mattress placed along one of the dumpsters. Next to the mattress was a small area where he had arranged rocks in a small circle, as if he planned to build a fire. There was another bare space big enough for Marianne's wagon. She was about to pull her wagon in when Albert said, "Hold on, let me get my cart." He moved around one of the dumpsters and grabbed a chain link fence. Pulling the fabric back, he slid through and then quickly reappeared dragging his shopping cart through. He pushed it between the dumpsters and pushed it past the open space, knocking the ring of rocks to the side. Once he parked his cart, he took her wagon and pulled it in too. It was tight, but all their stuff could be safely covered with the cardboard. "But what about the fire?" Marianne asked. "Even when the machines don't work this vent will keep us warm." He then stepped up to the dumpster on their left, opened the top and said, "Well Merry Christmas." Leaping up, he bent his waist over the dumpster and reached down lifting out six white pizza boxes and one white trash bag. Dragging his bounty inside, he motioned for Marianne to sit as he held the cardboard roof open for her. Once she was situated, he pulled the cardboard closing them in entirely except for a small opening to let in the light. They both opened the boxes, grabbing several single pieces of pizza out of each of the first four boxes. The bottom two boxes were complete pizzas, so in all they had nearly three large pizzas with a wide assortment of toppings. Albert then opened the trash bag and found two half full large bottles of soda. Smiling he looked up to Marianne and said, "Well, three pizzas and some soda, how's that for a Christmas Eve Dinner?" "Oh Albert, you do know how to show a girl a good time don't you?" "Only for that special girl," he replied, blushing a bit. They shared one of pizzas and set the other two outside to stay cold. Albert placed several rocks on the pizza boxes to discourage the rats and other pests from running off with their food. Together they sipped from one of the soda bottles, saving the other for later. "The soda's nice, but some wine would have been better," Marianne said. "Yes, a nice Chianti would be perfect," Albert replied sticking his nose up in the air. They laughed a bit and then fell suddenly silent. For a few moments they just looked at each other, neither daring to move, somehow reluctant to take the chance to touch. Finally Albert reached his hand and brushed his fingers across her cheek, moving his hand down to her neck. Gently pulling her toward him as he tilted his head and they kissed, at first just lightly touching lips, then as his tongue touched her lips, she opened her mouth and kissed deeply. As they kissed, Albert moved his hands down to her breasts, kneading them through her layers of clothes. Her breathing intensified as he squeezed her breasts and then moved his hands downwards to her pants. Unfastening them, he slipped his right hand in under her panties and slid his fingers down between her lips. Finding her pussy, he pushed his finger into her wet opening, as she raised her hips up to him. She was breathing loudly now, moaning some as he moved his wet finger up to her clit and gently toyed with it. Shivering with excitement Marianne whispered, "Oh it's been so long since a man... oh yes, yes." He kissed her again as his fingers caressed her clit and then slid down to penetrate her again. Reaching down to her pants, she began working them down her legs as Albert continued rubbing his finger over her clit. Her pants and panties were down at her ankles when she arched her back and moaned loudly. She then relaxed, letting her ass fall back down onto the mattress. Moving his hand from her, Albert quickly unfastened his pants and pulled them down to his knees. Carefully moving over her, he kneeled between her open thighs, letting his legs, still constricted by his pants, drop slowly onto her ankles, still twisted up in her pants and panties. Leaning over her, he cold smell the moist, earthy scent of their sweat, dirt and sex, but ignored the stench. She reached down and guided him into her as he gently moved his hips. He penetrated her as slowly and gently as he could bear. Finally, after several thrusts and withdrawals, he had worked himself deep into her. Now fully lubricated in her wetness, he began moving faster, arching his back and thrusting deep into her wet pussy. It was just moments before he felt the intense pleasure run through him and he thrust as deep as he could into her, spurting his warm cum inside her. He remained on top of her, holding his cock inside her as long as he could. When it finally slid out, he rolled onto his back. Marianne kicked off her shoes and worked her legs out of her pants and then snuggled up beside him, placing one leg over his and pushing her pussy tight against his thigh. He then pulled his worn blanket over them. They fell asleep as their cum oozed out onto his thigh. Albert woke up early on Christmas morning and quietly climbed out of their shelter and limped around the dumpster to take a piss. There was a small storm drain he used as a toilet which kept the place from stinking too bad. When he finished he happened to look at the dumpster and noticed something sticking out. He hadn't looked in this dumpster in several days, he had found the pizza in the other dumpster. Not wanting to wake Marianne, he lifted up the top and saw it was completely filled with clothes. They weren't new, but were wrapped in the cleaners' plastic wrap and looked as if they had been just cleaned and pressed. He dug down through the clothes and found a heavy coat. Picking it up, he tore off the plastic and tried it on. It was a little big, but hell it was fine for him. Digging further through the pile he found an attractive blue sweater and holding it up guessed it probably would fit Marianne. We walked over to the shelter and slowly pulled back the cardboard roof. Still under the covers, she rolled over onto her back and looked up at him. Holding the sweater he said, "Merry Christmas." "Where did you get that?" she asked, sitting up. "I guess Santa comes to everyone. He dropped us off a dumpster load of clothes." She kicked off the blanket, pulled on her pants and climbed out of the shelter. Looking into the dumpster began digging through the clothes shouting, "Look, here's some pants for you and yes, a jacket... a bit small." Climbing down from the dumpster she looked over to Albert and said, "We can keep what fits us and then sell the rest at the thrift store." "Like I said, Merry Christmas." "Oh Merry Christmas Albert, Merry Christmas," she said hugging him. "But I've got to pee," she said, letting go and dancing about. "Right over there is a drain. I don't have anything to sit on, but it works okay," he said. Albert climbed into the dumpster and started stacking the clothes out on the ground, glancing over at Marianne as she squatted over the storm drain. "Yes," he said to himself, "a very Merry Christmas." The Christmas Dumpster Ch. 02 Marianne and Albert spent the rest of Christmas day trying on the clothes from the dumpster. Since it was Christmas, the streets were deserted, so they could laugh and frolic without worrying about being discovered or run off. Most of the other street people had huddled up elsewhere, so they felt relatively secure that they wouldn't be disturbed. They moved the left over pizza into their shelter right under the vent so the warm air could warm up the food. Arranging some rocks to make sure the tops of the boxes didn't blow open and pick up the bits of lint in the air, they continued their fashion show. As they tried on the clothes, they placed the items that didn't fit off to the side so they could sell them later. After trying on all the clothes, they went through the old stuff they had been carting around with them, throwing all but the best away to make room for their new wardrobe. They then settled back into the shelter to have some pizza and make plans for the next day. "We'll put your stuff with mine in the cart and hide it over inside the gate. There's a doorway there that no one uses and it will keep the stuff dry if it rains or snows. We'll use your wagon to drag the clothes over to the store," Albert said, wondering how much they might make from the stuff. "You're sure the stuff will be safe." "Yes, I fix the fence so it looks like it's solid, so no one will know to break through and with barbed wire on the top, no one will climb over it. I push the cart way back so no one can see it anyway." "Okay, I'd just hate to lose our Christmas presents." "They'll be fine," Albert said, handing her a slice of pizza. "How much do you think we will make for the clothes?" "Hell, I don't know. Normally I'd sell an old jacket or sweater I'd find around, but these are like new, certainly they'd bring in more money." "What will we do with the money?" Marianne asked, biting into her pizza. "I have an idea here, if we make enough, say forty dollars or so, why don't we get a hotel room for the night?" "But that will cost a lot." "No, no," Albert replied, "I know a place that will rent a room with a bed and a bathroom for like twenty bucks a night. We can then use the other money and get some stuff to clean up a bit." "You mean like wash my hair and shave my legs?" "And shave my beard, and take a shower." "Oh a shower Albert?" "Yeah, and the water's will be hot. Then we can get in bed together naked. Just think, naked. Won't that be nice," Albert said, feeling his cock get hard at the thought of being naked in the bed with Marianne. Getting up on her hands and knees, she reached over for another piece of pizza. Unable to resist the urge, Albert moved over behind her, poking her ass with his erection. She turned her head and looked back saying, "I don't think I need to ask what you have in mind." She then kicked off her shoes, removed her pants and panties and returned to her kneeling position. Albert had already taken off his shoes and quickly pulled down his pants, crawling over behind her. Licking his fingers, he reached his hand up underneath her and found her clit. Circling his fingers over her nub, he let his cock rub the insides of her thighs. The hair on her thighs had grown enough where it wasn't too bristled, so it was an odd tickling sensation he felt on his cock. After toying with her clit for a while, he moved his fingers back down to her pussy, pushing his index and middle finger into her. With her pussy already wet, Albert moved his fingers in and out of her to let her wetness lubricate her lips. Moving closer to her, he grabbed his cock and guided it to her, slipping it between her lips and then moving it side to side while pushing forward, slowly working himself into her. Once inside her, he withdrew and then slowly pushed in as far as he could, enjoying every inch of her depth. Feeling her fingers brush against his cock as he withdrew, he noticed she was rubbing her clit with her fingers while he was shoving his cock in and out of her. Toying with her clit, Marianne fanaticized about shaving her legs, taking a shower and of climbing into bed and spreading her legs for Albert's clean shaven face. The combined sensations of her fingers on her clit and Albert's cock sliding in and out of her along with the extra stimulation of her fantasies Marianne soon felt waves of pleasure overcome her. Moaning loudly, she tensed her body and came, her pussy squeezing in on Albert's cock as it continued thrusting in and out of her. After a few moments, when she had recovered some, she could hear Albert's breathing quicken and noticed him grabbing her hips urgently as he plunged himself into her again and again until he came, flooding her with his hot cum. Albert's cock slowly softened and then slid out of her, so they curled up together whispering their plans for the next day, hoping they would make enough money to go to the hotel. After a while they drifted to sleep, warmed by the old blanket, the exhaust duct and their bodies as outside a light snow began to fall. Christmas night ended just as Christmas Eve had, with both Albert and Marianne at peace in each other's arms. The Christmas Dumpster Ch. 03 The morning after Christmas was glorious. There was a light dusting of snow covering almost everything in the alley, giving the normally grimy place a pure and pristine appearance. Heat from the vent off the dry cleaners kept Albert's and Marianne's shelter free of snow, but their cardboard roof had become saturated from the melting snow and they had to carefully climb out from under it and lean it against the wall to dry. Looking upward, they could see a small sliver of clear sky between the buildings so when they gathered and hid their things they didn't have to worry about more snow or rain. It was early, but the bustle out in the street was getting louder so Albert got Marianne to hurry getting ready for their excursion to the thrift shop. After visiting the storm drain for their morning toilet break, they finished the last of their cold pizza for breakfast and headed out with their fully loaded wagon. Near the street Albert peeked around the corner and confirmed the dry cleaners hadn't opened yet, so they quickly sneaked past. "I don't know why we have to be so secret about this, the clothes were all in the dumpster," Marianne complained. "I've been thinking about it," Albert replied, "and I figure either these clothes are like from a lost and found... like clothes people just dropped off and either forgot about or just left or maybe a pissed off employee or delivery truck driver decided to knock off early and just dump the clothes there. If these are lost and found items then there is no problem, but if someone dumped these without permission, we could get accused of something. That's why I wanted to sneak past so early." "Okay, I see your point," she said and then snuggling against him she continued, "but after last night I still needed some more rest." Albert just smiled and pulled the wagon across the street. The thrift shop was only a few blocks away so they'd be early, but Albert knew of an alleyway where they could sit waiting for the store to open. Pulling the wagon with his right hand, he reached out his other hand and took Marianne's. They walked the rest of the way to the thrift shop hand in hand, with Marianne one step behind Albert using her free hand to keep the clothes from spilling. After a little over an hour wait, they followed the store owner into the shop as he unlocked the door. They stood patiently, leaning on the tall stack of clothes to keep them from falling onto the floor. The shop owner disappeared into the back for several minutes and when he reappeared he carried his cash drawer. Keeping his eyes firmly on Albert and Marianne he pushed the drawer into his cash register and then turned to the couple. "What can I do you for?" he asked. He was very thin, too thin, as if he had been sick and as he spoke a sound rattled in his chest. Both Albert and Marianne could hear a strange liquid gurgling as he breathed. Stepping forward Albert said, "We'd like to sell these clothes." "Well, that's quite a lot," the store owner mumbled. "It's gonna take a while, you might want to go get some breakfast…" "No, we'll wait here," Albert said firmly. "Suit yourself, feel free to look around the store. If you see anything you want to trade for I can give you a discount," the owner said, coughing on the word discount. "Just the cash," Albert replied, stepping back only one step from the clothes as the man began looking over each item, checking he seams, running his hands through the pockets, checking the buttons, and looking for tears or stains. "Nice stuff, where did you say you got them?" "I didn't say." "You didn't steal them did you?" "No, they were donated to us, some kind people. Strange what they'll do at Christmas," Albert replied, trying to hide his nervousness. The man continued checking out the clothes, reaching into the pocket in a pair of pants and pulling out some money. "Hmm, I don't think you want me to take this do you?" the old man said, handing Albert two ten dollar bills. "Looks like you get an extra prize," he said. "Thank you," Albert said, tucking the money into his pocket. "Don't thank me, it's your money." Feeling a bit more relaxed that the man would treat them fairly, Albert began wandering around the shop, joining Marianne as she looked over some sterling silver inside the glass sales counter. Cuddling up next to him, she said, "Look at the silver... there was a time I actually owned a silver set. It wasn't as nice as any of this, but it was mine." "I only remember polishing it, remember how badly it would tarnish. I think I still have calluses from shining the silver," Albert said, nudging his hip against hers. He then leaned over and began kissing her ear, moving his hand over her waist. "Not here," Marianne giggled. "Shh, just a little touch," Albert whispered, slipping his hand under the waistband of her pants. He then slipped it inside her panties and moved downward through her wiry pubic hair. Still standing, she spread her feet out wider, giving him more access to her pussy. His fingers moved up and down, slowly opening her lips and then easing into her. Responding to his touch, her pussy quickly got wet, which in turn made his finger wet. He slipped another finger into her and then slid slowly up her slit. Marianne, who had closed her eyes and rested her head on Albert's shoulder began moving her hips forward, grinding onto him. When he finally reached her clit, she took a quick inward breath and then moaned. Albert whispered in her ear, "Shh, you don't want him to hear do you?" "Mmm, I don't..." she then bit him on the shoulder. With his jacket on he only felt a slight pressure on his shoulder, but he knew she was getting close. He stared over at the store owner as she continued circling Marianne's clit with his finger. Finally, she grabbed him, wrapping her arms around him and grinding her hips forward, pushing her pussy against him, pinching his hand between her and his thigh. She humped against him a couple more times and then relaxed into his arms. Slowly removing his hands from her pants, he turned a bit and ground his hard cock against her thigh. She let him grind against her for a few more times and then pulled away saying, "Oh no, you'll make too big a mess. Besides, I want you hard and ready when we are in the hotel later." He was about to begin begging when the store owner called out, "I've seen them all, I can make you an offer now." Marianne immediately headed to the counter while Albert did his best to conceal his erection and then limped over toward the store owner. The man had begun coughing and the two of them stood there while he hacked and hacked, finally growling and spitting something into a handkerchief. He nodded to the counter where two single dollar bills and a few loose coins had been tossed, "I found those in the rest of the clothes and I can give you sixty dollars for the clothes." "Sixty dollars," Albert replied incredulously. "Okay, okay, sixty-five dollars and that's only cause you gave me a nice little sex show over there." "You saw that?" Marianne replied. "Well, it was a bit distorted with the mirrors and all," he said, nodding he head toward some large rounded mirrors on each side of the aisle. "I can't wait to get a look at the video." Albert and Marianne looked around and spotted a camera that, given its location and angle, had to have recorded every nuance of their quick little session. Albert turned back to the man about to complain about the tape, but then thought better of it and said, "Okay, sixty five dollars and I hope you enjoy watching me touch this beautiful woman." "Ah, Albert," Marianne said, cuddling next to him as he slipped his money into his pocket and then wrapped his arm around her. They walked back out of the store arm in arm, dragging their empty wagon behind them. Once outside, they moved back into the alley and sat down to discuss what they would do with their eighty-seven dollars. The Christmas Dumpster Ch. 04 Albert and Marianne, still arm in arm dragging her wagon, walked back to their alley carefully surveying the surroundings before heading over to their shelter. They wanted to be sure there wouldn't be any trouble regarding all the clothes that they had found Christmas morning. Safely storing Marianne's wagon with Albert's shopping cart filled with their stuff, they checked out the cardboard box they had used for a roof. It was still saturated so they moved it out into the sun. Sitting down on their old mattress, Albert said, "Look, we've got a lot more money than we expected, but I still think we should go to the twenty dollar hotel and use the other money to get some stuff to shave with and then save the rest for some food." "How much you think we can save?" she asked. "I don't know, we have eighty seven and say the hotel costs twenty two with tax. That will leave us ah… sixty five. Okay we spend twenty on something to clean up with and maybe something to eat. That would leave us forty to forty-five dollars." Counting something on her fingers, Marianne finally said, "Yeah, that's good." "Okay then, let's grab something to wear tomorrow and go to the hotel," Albert said, walking over to the chain link fence, unfastening the fabric and pulling it back to let her through. He followed her in and together they each grabbed something to wear from the things they found in the dumpster on Christmas Day. Climbing back through the fence, Marianne waited as Albert followed her through and then fixed the fence to look intact again. Taking her hand, he then led her out to the street and toward the Sundowner Hotel, about six blocks away. They stopped at a small grocery story and bought scissors, a hairbrush, a razor, some shaving cream, soap, shampoo and Albert even slipped a bottle of cheap perfume in the basket while Marianne wasn't watching. Continuing to the hotel they passed a few acquaintances who nodded at them and then did a double take when they notice the couple holding hands. "I guess we'll be the talk of the town for a few days," Marianne said. "Ah, they're just jealous." Reaching the hotel, Albert stepped up to the registration desk, paid twenty three fifty for the room and then dangling the key at Marianne, headed for the stairs. They started running up the stairs, but by the first landing they slowed to a walk. Three more floors later, Albert unlocked the door and they both collapsed on the bed breathing hard. It was several minutes before they caught their breath. They both went into the bathroom and Albert sat on the toilet while Marianne trimmed his scraggly beard short enough so he would use the razor. When she finished she made Albert get out of the bathroom while she took off her clothes and stepped into the shower. Once she was ready, she called him back in so he could shave first with the razor and then hand it to her, without looking, in the shower. "I don't know why I can't see you, I mean we've had sex like three times already," Albert said, while carefully shaving his face. "But you haven't seen me naked, I want to look good for you." "But after we leave here…" "Is after we leave here. We're here now and I want it to be special, even if just for tonight." "Okay, whatever you say," he replied and then continued shaving in silence, washing off the razor and handing to her, without looking. "Now go wait in the room and when I'm finished you can get in the shower." Albert stepped out of the bathroom and sat on the bed waiting for what felt like forever. Finally she stepped out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel, her hair dripping wet and let him in. Once he stepped into the shower, she slipped back into the bathroom to brush her newly washed hair. She also found the perfume he bought for her and went into bedroom. She sprayed perfume some on and climbed into bed, pulling the blanket over her. A short time later Albert bounded out of the bathroom, his cock already hard, curving up from a well scrubbed body. He stopped, letting Marianne simply look at him. She initially noticed how thin he was, his cheeks turned sharply down from his cheekbones, and then seemed to sink into his mouth. The sunken cheeks emphasized his pointed chin and down his neck, his Adam's apple was very pronounced and knobby. She hadn't thought to trim his eyebrows, but now, without his hat and clean hair, the bushy overgrown gray eyebrows looked like two hairy caterpillars clinging to his forehead. Looking downward, his chest hair was a sparse mixture of gray and black and even his pubic hair, no longer crusty and matted has streaks of gray. And then there was his cock, very thin but long. Marianne reached out to it and Albert thrust his hips forward letting her run her fingers over it's purple head. She was surprised as how hard he was. "Well, it's my turn," he said, grabbing the blanket and pulling it completely off her. She was on her back with her legs tight together, crossed at the ankles and she had one arm covering her breasts. What Albert could see was surprising. Her hair, no longer frizzy and knotted, was nicely brushed down onto her shoulders. Looking down at her face, her eyes, yes, such a stunning light blue, gazed back at him, waiting for a reaction. He reached down to her hand and pulled it so her arm moved off her breasts. Remembering how they felt through all those layers of clothes, it was hard to believe he was finally looking at them, completely uncovered. For as slim as she was, they seemed large and nicely rounded. Her nipples were small but Albert told himself that he'd get them bigger. Looking downward he saw a light pink scar running across her belly, just beneath where her panties had covered. He tapped her foot and tilted his head in anticipation as Marianne slowly uncrossed her ankles and opened her legs. Although he had seen this part of her before, it was never as she looked now. Instead of the dark dusting of hair on her calves and thighs, her skin was smooth and white, and her pubic hair was soft and furry instead of the wiry, crusted curls he had slid his fingers though earlier. Albert moved to the foot of the bed as Marianne held her breath, sighing lightly when he crawled onto the bed and began kissing her ankles. Using his hands on her too, he moved up her body, caressing her thighs with his fingers as he kissed her calves and then reaching up to her breasts as his lips and tongue moved up her thigh. When his mouth moved near her pussy, she could fell his warm, moist breath roll over her lips. She was trembling by the time his lips touched hers, in a slow languid kiss that ended only as his tongue dipped into her now soaking wet opening. While his fingers teased and pinched her nipples his tongue pushed deep inside her and then slid up between her lips as she opened to him. Finding her clit, he sucked it into her mouth as his tongue slid over it. She could feel him breathing hard as he continued sucking on her clit and when he suddenly moved one hand from her breast and moved it down, pushing two fingers into her pussy, the raised her hips and moaned. Moments later she came, kicking her legs over his shoulders and pulling him to her. After her pulsations faded Albert removed his fingers and started crawling, straddling her body with his knees. He rubbed his cock over her breasts, letting the tip of his cock slide bad and forth over her nipple. Moving he cock between her breasts, he reached down and squeezed them together sliding his cock in between them before moving his cock toward her mouth. Grabbing his cock, Marianne kissed along its length, but then gently pulled it downward while she whispered to him, "Fuck me now Albert, I want you to fuck me now." Immediately moving back between her legs, he let her guide his cock into her wet pussy. Leaning forward, he slid into her easily and quickly fell into a rhythm, thrusting deep and then slowly withdrawing. Albert could feel her respond as she raised her hips to meet each of his thrusts and then fell back onto the bed as she withdrew. Soon she began to moan, whispering, "Faster, yeah, faster please." Quickening his rhythm he felt his balls now slapping against her ass as he plunged into her again and again. When she suddenly wrapped her legs around him and arched her back and came, Albert could hold off no more and with two quick thrusts he came right after her, filling her with his cum, spurt after spurt. Falling upon her, they remained united until his cock finally shrank and slipped out of her. Albert slipped over beside her, grabbed the blanket and pulled it over them. After talking a bit, they both quickly grew quiet and they slept naked together for the first and last time. The Christmas Dumpster Ch. 05 Albert woke when a bright knife of light sliced through a gap in the curtains and shined on his face. After a quick stop in the bathroom, he climbed back into bed marveling at the luxury of being able to pee in a heated bathroom. Once back in bed, he reached over and ran his hand lightly over Marianne's breast. He watched her as she opened her eyes, noticed him awake beside her and then smiled at him. The quiet moment was short lived as Marianne, quickly jumped up and dashed into the bathroom. Albert waited for what seemed an inordinate amount of time for her to return. He noticed that her face and hair was a bit wet as she climbed back into bed shivering. Seeing she was cold, Albert immediately embraced her to help warm her up. He whispered to her, "Are you okay?" "Cold," she shivered, "I don't know, feeling a little bad today." "You'll feel better when you warm up." "Well, how you gonna warm me up?" He rolled over on top of her and ground his cock into her thigh, whispering, "Well there is one way." "Oh there is? And what would that be?" she asked, opening her legs for him. Albert slid over between her legs and felt her take his cock in her hand. He leaned forward as she guided him into her. Moving slowly, Albert savored the sensation of her enveloping him as he pushed deeper and deeper into her. Oddly, this morning her pussy seemed to feel even warmer than he had remembered from the other times. Slowly he withdrew and then thrust back into her, watching her face as he moved inch by inch inside her cunt. Moving a bit faster now, he could feel her still shivering beneath him so while he thrust in and out of her, he took his hands and rubbed them up and down her arms. After a little while she finally seemed to be responding to him, raising her hips to meet each of his thrusts. She moved her hands to his chest and toyed with his nipples, rubbing softly and then suddenly pinching them. "Come on, give it to me Albert, I want you to come inside me," she said, encouraging him. He had been holding off some, wanting to please her too, but when she started on his nipples and began talking to him he gave into the pleasure, letting her wet warmth wrap around him. Increasing his speed, soon his balls were slapping against her ass as he heard Marianne whispering in his ear, "Yeah, like that, come on." In moments Albert arched his back and came, flooding her with his warm cum as he collapsed on top of her. Strangely he could feel she was still shivering and just as the last of the pulsations in his cock subsided, she pulled back, letting his cock dribble out of her and then she ran to the bathroom retching. Albert began getting his things together while waiting patiently for her to emerge from the bathroom, it was only then that he noticed her arm. Running up and down from the inside of her elbow are tiny dots, some slightly inflamed. Why hadn't he noticed this before, it was plain as day. While outside she always had it covered, but how could they basically spend the night naked together and him not notice it? "Your arm, what is wrong with it?" he asked her as she moved to the bed and sat down. Immediately bending her arm up to hide the scars from him she said, "Oh nothing, just some shots for diabetes." "Those aren't from insulin, are you..." "Look, I used to... I tried a few things, but not now." "How long ago?" Albert asked walking over to her. I don't remember, it's been a while," she said shivering. "Why are you doing this?" "I need to know," he said, blinking his eyes fighting back tears. "Don't worry, I'm just cold." "And sick." "No, it's just the food, I'm not used to eating so much," she said, reaching for her clothes. Once she was dressed she said, "Wow, it has been a while since I've put clean clothes on a clean body." "Yeah, it feels different. I got a bag here, we can put our stuff in it when we leave," Albert said, moving into the bathroom. He quickly shaved, brushed his teeth and combed his hair, putting everything in the bag as he finished with it. He stepped out of the bathroom and sat on the bed as Marianne stepped back inside and brushed her teeth and hair and cleaned up a bit. They walked down the stairs, dropped the key off at the front desk and stepped out into the cold. The sun was out, so Albert didn't feel the frigid cold, but Marianne immediately began shivering. Putting his arm around her, they headed back toward the alley and their dumpsters. "The dry cleaner will be open today, so the vent air will be warm," he said, "but first we'll stop and get something warm to eat." At the restaurant Marianne drank some coffee and ate a bit of the pancakes they had ordered. Albert wanted to get more for her, but she told him she wanted to stretch out their money, and splurging on breakfast after spending the night in a hotel was not the best way to save money. After eating, they left the restaurant, but instead of Marianne feeling better, she seemed to shiver even that much more. Once, before they reached their alley, she had to duck around a building to throw up. When they finally reached their home between the dumpsters, Albert pulled the mattress directly beneath the vent and helped Marianne climb on it and then he covered her up with all their blankets. Directly under the vent she would get covered with lint, but at least she might warm up some. Albert then fixed their cardboard roof and then went around the building to check on the stuff they had hidden. Confirming everything was there, he peeked in on Marianne and then headed out, looking to see if he could find some food. The Christmas Eve Party at the dry cleaner was a one time thing and there would not be any room service like they had for Christmas. Fortunately, New Year's Day was coming up, so other businesses in the area were still having parties. By the afternoon, he had rounded up several large containers of meats, cheese and bread. He also found several half full two liter bottles of soft drink and even found a half bottle of champagne. Perhaps Marianne and he could have a New Year Celebration. Arriving back at the dumpsters, he hid the food inside their shelter and then went to a nearby church where they were handing out some hot soup. He grabbed some in a Styrofoam cup and hurried home so it would still be warm for Marianne. That evening, he woke her up and held the soup to her lips while she slowly sipped it, shivering profusely as she ate. After she fell back asleep Albert sat at the edge of the dumpster, peeking out at the Christmas lights in the street as he ate some of the leftover meat and cheese he had found. The food would last for several days in the cold as long as Albert could do something to keep the insects and animals out of it. Fortunately, the food had come with a clear cover that snapped into place. Albert closed it up, covered it some newspaper and then stacked some rocks on it. He then moved over to Marianne and curled up next to her, thinking to himself that if she doesn't seem any better tomorrow he'd have to take her to one of the nearby clinics. Albert drifted to sleep holding his Christmas bride. The Christmas Dumpster Ch. 06 Albert woke early that next morning and noticed immediately that Marianne wasn't there. Figuring she got up to go to the bathroom at the storm drain, he sat waiting, silently picking some of the lint from his hair and clothes. While sitting there he noticed some money strewn on the ground and quickly checking his pocket he found his money was gone. Picking up the money he saw that about thirty dollars from the maybe forty two or so dollars he thought he had left was missing. "Marianne, I think we've been robbed," he shouted, climbing out from underneath his cardboard roof. He feel silent when he noticed she was not over by the storm drain and a quick survey of the area, he saw she wasn't anywhere around. Putting the remaining money backing his pocket, he reached down to his food, removing the rock and newspaper and eating from the meat and cheese there. "She must have taken the money, maybe to buy food," he told himself. When he finished eating, he got up and rearranged the shelter to hide the blankets, mattress and other stuff under the cardboard. Once confident that everything was concealed enough so he could leave it, he headed out toward the street, planning to go out searching for Marianne. If she was feeling okay today there'd be no problems, but if she was still sick then he needed to see about getting her some help. Once on the street his first thought was to head over to her corner, the place he first gave her the flowers. Marianne wasn't there and the two street people who had taken over the spot said they hadn't seen her. Albert then headed around to see if she might have gone to buy some food or medicine, wandering through the nearby food and drug stores, but there was no sign of her. Stepping out of the last drug store he knew of the in area he was about to head back to his shelter when he heard some noise from around the back of the store. Not sure what he might be getting into, he walked quietly and glanced around the corner. He noticed Marianne, kneeling on the ground and was about to step and call out to her, but something made him stop. He remained concealed around the corner, peeking at what was going on. Marianne was kneeling, but Albert also saw a man there standing in front of her. He stood in stunned silence when the man pulled his cock out of his pants as she reached up and began stroking it as it grew in her hands. Once the man was fully erect she slipped her mouth over his cock, while still stroking him with her hand. Albert watched as her head bobbed up and down on the cock and the man, moved his hand onto her head, pulling her head as he thrust into her mouth. After what seemed like an eternity, Albert finally got his wits about him and just stepped out from the corner so Marianne and the man could see him. Marianne immediately pulled her mouth off the guy and called out, "Albert, I can explain." Albert didn't move or speak, he just watched her and the man. She was about to stand up with the man said, "Hey I don't come and you don't get the candy." "Please let me pay you. I don't want to..." "We already went over this, I don't want your money, I just want your mouth," he then turned to Albert, "You stay out of this and she doesn't get hurt." Marianne looked at Albert for a moment and then took the man's cock back into her mouth and started bobbing her head furiously as her hand stroked him in unison. In just a few moments the man groaned and came in her mouth. Before she could pull away, he grabbed her face and said, "Swallow!" Marianne swallowed and then held out her hand. Albert watched as the man placed a hypodermic needle in her hand. Still holding her face he bent down close to her and said quietly, so Albert could just barely hear him, "I put a little extra for you since you were so good." He then slipped his cock back into his pants, zipped up his zipper and walked past Albert. Albert glared at the man as he walked by and headed down the street, climbing into a shiny new car about halfway down the block. When he turned back to Marianne she saw she was already getting ready to push the needle into her skin. She paused a moment and looked at him, "He wouldn't take money from me, I had to do that." "How long have you been doing it?" "A long time Albert, I wanted to stop, but I can't." "And how long have you been whoring for it?" "I'm just a mouth whore, that's all I do." "Is that all you've ever done?" "No, when I was younger... prettier than now, I did more. I stopped though. Besides now no one would want me." "I would... I do, I want you Marianne." "You've got me. I only did that for the drugs and it's all I do. That's why I couldn't do it for you when you wanted me to. I wanted it fresh and pure for you," she said, sobbing. She then looked down at the needle. "Don't do it Marianne," Albert shouted, "We can get help for you." "The only help for me is in this needle," she said. "We can fix..." he stopped as she pushed the needle into her vein and squeezed the plunger. Without pausing, Albert turned and walked to the street, heading back toward his alley and his dumpsters. "She threw it all away, and I had to watch it," he thought to himself, quickening his pace. He was about half way home when he stopped and thought about it for a moment. He slowly turned and took a step back toward that drug store. Pausing again, he looked across the street at a shop, in the front he saw a planter box with some fake flowers stuck in the dirt. He immediately began running as fast as he could manage. Turning the corner he saw Marianne sitting on the ground with her back against the wall. The needle was still stuck in her arm and she was drooling what was left of the man's cum from her mouth. Getting closer he saw it wasn't cum, it was a frothy fluid running down her chin and from her nose. "Oh God," he screamed, "somebody help us." He ran his hand through her hair and her eyes moved to him but she didn't move. "I'll get help," he said and turned and ran to the street. "Please help, we need an ambulance, please, please." The people around him looked away, walking quickly to their cars or crossing the street to get away from him. He ran up to a man talking on a cell phone and grabbed his shirt, "Please my wife is sick, I need an ambulance." The man pushed his hands aside and when Albert reached for him again the man pushed him to the ground, "Sleep it off you drunk," he said, walking quickly across the street. Was that Marianne calling him? Albert wondered, looking back behind the building. Marianne was reaching her arm toward him, trying to say something, the needle still dangling from her. He ran back to her, sliding onto the ground beside her. He grabbed the needle and pulled it from her arm and tossed it aside. "Hdoiur moehta" she mumbled, "hold lms." "What? What do you want?" "Hold me," she finally said. Albert wrapped his arms around her, pulling her over between his legs, so he was leaning on the wall with Marianne leaning her back on his chest. He cold feel her trembling as she fought to breathe. "Hold on Marianne, someone will come help us, someone will come," he said as tears streamed down his eyes. "I fsjf adf" she mumbled incoherently. "I love you too Marianne," he said, "I love you too." She had stopped trembling and he felt her go limp in his arms. "I love you too," he whispered to her.